User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20111231043113

Regan nods, puts two fingers to his mouth, and whistles loudly. A few moments later, four semi-large boats round the river bend. They spread out once into the sea, and a few otters manage to tie the boats to trees to keep them from drifting off. Regan stands proudly by the hull of the biggest one, patting the firm wood. "The Wavebender. She's a fine mighty one. These'll be enough t'take everybeast over the sea."